able to stop them from talking but I made the decision to move back into the house on the way home. You and the little kids need a grown man to watch over things.â He put both hands on the back of the chair and leaned into it.
She turned her back on him to hide her grin. Her oldest son planned to protect her reputation. Rebecca nodded. âI like that idea. Why donât you take the room across from mine?â
His sigh warmed her heart. Day after day, Jacob proved to be a good man and, God willing, would make a good husband someday, too. âIâll go help unload the wood and then bring my things inside.â
Rebecca turned from the spices sheâd just taken from the box. âJacob, wait.â
He stopped and looked at her, his eyes sad. Things had changed a lot for the young man in just a matter of hours. Rebecca walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his narrow waist.
Jacob hugged her back. âIt will be all right, Ma. Seth seems like a good man. Iâm sure heâll set folks straight soon enough.â
Rebecca grinned. Once more the boy thought only of her. She pulled away. âIâm sure he will, son.â She released him. âYou better go on out and help with the lumber.â
Jacob patted her shoulder, then turned to do as she said. Rebecca wanted to pull him back, offer him comfort, but Jacob wasnât twelve years old anymore. Heâd work through whatever bothered him in his own time. She just prayed heâd share his troubles with her should they get too great for him to carry alone.
* * *
Seth looked around the barnyard. The lumber had been delivered from the general store. Each of the boys had chosen a mount to care for and Jacob had shared his concerns about his ma and younger siblings being in the house alone at night.
The horses moved quietly in the corral as the sun sank in the western sky. Weariness hung about Sethâs shoulders like a dark thundercloud.
Rebecca stepped out on the front porch. He waved to her and watched as she walked across the yard to join him. A light blue shawl hung over her shoulders, and her hair, which heâd only seen up in a bun, now hung down her back in a braid that reminded him of a golden lasso.
When she got within speaking distance he said, âIâm about to swear the boys in as Pony Express men. Would you like to join us?â
âYes, John and I had planned on doing that as a family, so I should be there, even if he canât be.â Rebecca pulled the edges of her shawl tighter around her shoulders. Sorrow filled her pretty blue eyes. âIs it a ceremony-type swearing in or a simple handshake and âwelcome to the Pony Expressâ?â
âItâs a solemn formality, so, yes, I guess itâs a ceremony.â
âWould you like to use the house? I could put on the tablecloth we use for special occasions. Itâs late but shouldnât take but a few minutes.â
âNo, that wonât be necessary. In front of the fireplace will be fine. That way, Benjamin will see how we do things and learn whatâs ahead for him and perhaps even look forward to it.â
Seth had thought about having her come to the bunkhouse, but at her suggestion he decided it might be better to have the boys go to her. Plus, sheâd have to bundle up Joy and Beni, so it would be easier on her if he brought the boys to the house. âIâll get the boys and weâll be right in,â he offered.
âThank you.â She turned and walked back to the house.
Ten minutes later, they assembled in the living room, Joy propped against Rebeccaâs legs, her corn-silk doll in her lap. There was an air of expectancy among them, an excitement about the unknown.
Seth cleared his throat. âThis is an important day as you boys take your first step into manhood. When a boy can handle responsibility, can be depended on to carry out a job, then he is thought to be a man. I trust that